Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.